upon this shadowy path

walk life’s dark hallway
shadowy boxcar of a train
silver moonlight stacked
atwixt venetians, cracked
a carpet dark crimson
like a clotted incision
in its veins a faint beat
slight lukewarm heat
like a body dead, decaying
its edges worn and fraying
this life’s linear pathway
limned by light at death’s gate
heaven’s inevitable shimmer
surrender to its golden glimmer
walk towards your lonely grave
alone, full of love all the same

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